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She's a
Yo I'm tell all straight up and
It's like this for real, it's down like this formal
She's ahh tell 'em
I'm sick of all Timbaland beat bitin'
You know I'm sayin'
I'm bring it to all this

By all means
You might catch me somewhere stickin' yo baby
say, "Missy you whack" but all not ready
'Coz I come back like a
You hear my gats in yo back blat blat
Huh, spaghetti
of all macs be stinkin' like boobetti
So your label cut you off like confetti
Then you call Missy and beg me
Who beg me beg me
Dag I'm scary
Burn a club down like I was carried
Give a boy kiss, he wanna marry
See all tricks, all cannot stand me
That's fine and daddy daddy
Why these chicken heads, they be so
Hey na na na you best not test me I tellin' you
Na you never na you never ready

Get Let me hear all loudly
Keep my high 'round me
Let me see all it and work
It till all stand up get rowdy
Let me hear all
Keep my niggas 'round me
Let me see all it baby, work work it baby what?

In the club, I see
They think I'm super fly, they me sugars
So I cut short like some scissors
They trying to take me home, they give me
You who I am, I'm bitch
Do you what I make, filthy rich
Do you know what means, gotta gat
I thought you was a freak, that
You see me on the road, when I
I float through the toll, like whoa beep
You just a silly hoe, this I
You be at show, for the dough
me now what?

Get Let me hear all loudly
Keep my high niggas me
Let me see all work it and
It till all can't stand up get
Let me hear all
Keep my niggas 'round me
Let me see all it baby, work work it baby what?

Yo, is Timbaland
Callin' from the all
And how we do it
Yo Missy, tell 'em how you feel,

biter, dope style taker, originator or just an imitator
Stealin' our beats you're the one who made 'em
the teacher and I'm the one who grades 'em
Check the verbatim, F is how we 'em
How dare you make 'em, just we made 'em
And I wont 'em, and I won't say 'em
Save this for later, so I can tell you

Get rowdy Let me hear all
Keep my niggas 'round me
Let me see all it and work
It till all stand up get rowdy
Let me hear all
my high niggas 'round me
Let me see all work it baby, work work it what?

Now see this one here
This is for
This is for my people east, east, west,
East, west, south but you what before
I get up on outta here I gotta say one thing to all biters
It's 'bout to be the year two thousand you what I'm sayin'
And I'm kinda sick of kack kack kack ficky boom ficky boom
That kack kack kack kack ficky boom ficky
That kack kack kack kack ficky boom boom
That kack kack kack ficky boom ficky boom
On everything all gotta come up
All own creativity, all own originality, all own
You know I'm sayin'
You gonna be left behind this
Alight ain't no love
All need you to do is stop bitin'

That was now this is Timbaland
off from the matrix
You heard